War Machine

Ethan Michael:
R u taking the T?

lex pappas:
Noo I’ll be there in 10 min

Ethan Michael:
Okokokok
I’m imagining save me steven as the last song on our first album
Like, weezer always has the last track be a slow song
But also i get if u only want noise rock in war

lex pappas:
Ohhh Yes it definitely gonna be a war song
I figured out we can be whatever we want
Doesn’t always have to be noise rock it can be everything

Ethan Michael:
Word, i agree with this
Like i was thinking about ways to make it rockier but i think that would make it worse.

lex pappas:
I think it should be very similar to the demo
Keys and everything

Ethan Michael:
Heavy vocal and synth layering with tons of reverb

lex pappas:
Yes

Ethan Michael:
Like angellic
But like a sad angel

lex pappas:
Yess

Ethan Michael:
Ok bruh im sorry but charlie xcx sucks

lex pappas:
Yeah I know I don’t like her
I do not bump her stuff lmao

My autumnal sick crash
My dad died I remember when you broke your arm I couldn’t believe it
It landed you in the middle of the road
Caught by people with flashlights and candy
And you called that your worst enemy
My dad died I remember when she hated the way you said words that meant nothing
You’d do that for fun and call it writing
My slow crushed bones put everything together
Scattered about. I’d hoped you’d pick it up
But you never really got the whole stupid message
And you had to wait on call with a dying flame
My dad died and you swam in your marriages
Fucking girls and calling it buisnesses
There’s a world where. You too had something of measure happen to you
It’s displayed on a screen and everyone pities too
Everyone feels bad and comforts you
Stroking your back and giving you time off too
There is no time off when you’re getting ready
To put on your neuropathic dreams of envy
The people you choose to worship you come across as vapid
But you and them all collectively decide
That with time and patience and understanding
You too can feel superiority to mask your mediocrity
I’ve never heard you utter a word of significance
Entirely passive amiss and it was all my buisness
embarrassing, cold and completely unforgiving
I had to wear a bag over my head to feel any different

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You let me sleep in your room
When I feel so blue
And when I get into it
I feel like touching you
Although opening up yeah
It’s guarantee
That you’d make me leave
Full of uncertainty

You let me kiss you and yes yes you know it’s true
Though when you leave my room
I feel nothin towards u
And when I wake up later in the noon
U text me come over
And I feel less blue

I let you sleep in my room
When I feel so blue
Im still thinking of him
When I’m kissin u
And though u know I truly want the best for u
Im not the one to feel that
You know that’s true

Later later we can go out to a show
I hold your hand and make u feel at home
And when we hold our hearts
Mine is touching yours
But there’s a roof over it
To shield open doors

And when I go to work
I keep thinking of you
And when I move to New York
I keep thinking of u
And when I’m in bed I keep thinking of u
And when I’m home at night
Yes I’m thinking of u

XXX XXX:
Yes

Sam :
Ok word
u need car to go get it right
Do u hsve one lined yp

XXX XXX:
Good one
Yeah
Just need bigger car

Sam :
Ok we can ask josie cuz i think that car would be big eunff

XXX XXX:
That'd be v hell yeah
It's this dude on Facebook selling PAs, cables, a few mixers and a bunch of monitors all for like $500, it's enough shit to run a show for the price of one new JBL PA

Ethan Warmachune:
Dude wants us to go tomorrow afternoon

XXX XXX:
We gotta or it's someone else's probably

Ethan Warmachune:
Its in western mass a bit farther than Worcester
Or like its in Worcester area

XXX XXX:
That's called Central mass, it's the part of mass in the middle

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XXX XXX:
Microphone

Brendan:
Michael Phone
can u take a .5 of that dude

Tim Video:
happy birthday xavier 🎂🍰

XXX XXX:
Thank you!!

Lex War:
Hi guys
Unfortunately I have to askyall to maybe not use my amp
I am playing with it today and something's fucked up and it was Not Me....

XXX XXX:
It is farting

Lex War:
No
One of the inputs is not working
Like input 2 is fucked for some reason does not sound right

XXX XXX:
Oh damn that's worse than farting

Lex War:
But input 1 is fine

XXX XXX:
No bass?

Sam :
Bass too
Sorry
also ya
Gotchu

XXX XXX:
Oo ok, I leave my piss amp in the room for u, if it wasn't so hot id bring my mustang over to swap for it but fuck that it's hot

Sam :
What all do we need to get for the room for it to be functional lol
PA, mics, lamps, nails to put up cords?

XXX XXX:
And a big guitar stand, ideally 5-9
3 isn't enough ever since warmachine got into Tuning

Sam :
LMAOOOO
Ok can we make a doc

XXX XXX:
Pls bring drum throne from 52 this one's fucked

Sam :
For sure
Do u have the soft mallets

XXX XXX:
In the bottom of the hollow tom.next to the drum kit

Sam :
Word
Heading over now w seat

XXX XXX:
Hot

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Secret crush
I let u earn it
Scene is feeling blue
Id let them do it for you

Were in the clear
When I’m here im always near
Things never change
Maybe except for you

























Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy!

Sweet pills I take
You can stay on my tongue
Dissolve into all my clear

Cry til I bleed


I never felt more lonely in a moment
And I can try
You hit the floor like pavement


Boy!
Boy!
Boy!
Boy

Whaatever

Ethan Warmachune:
Yee

Sam :
Hell ya
Like 100% in

?

Ethan Warmachune:
Yuhhhh

Sam :
What r the details for it
need to give to see
To people e

Ethan Warmachune:
Yo, r u still good for 6/22 show gonna make insta gc soon

Sam :
Yes
I am doing
Did u come already

Ethan Warmachune:
Not yet

Sam :
Word
Eta?

Ethan Warmachune:
Prolly late like 10:30-11ish

When you think of the band War Machine, prepare yourself for an electrifying experience that pushes the boundaries of modern rock. This band doesn't just play music—they craft immersive soundscapes that transport you to another
dimension. With powerful riffs, tight rhythms, and vocals that oscillate between
raw and anthemic, War Machine delivers a relentless assault of energy that leaves audiences spellbound.
From the opening chord of their latest album, it's clear that War Machine operates on a higher plane. The sheer intensity of their sound blends the
best elements of hard rock, metal, and punk, resulting in a bold, fearless sonic identity. Each track is an emotional
journey—taking you from moments of intense aggression to surprisingly introspective pauses—without ever losing momentum.
Their live shows are legendary. Watching War Machine on stage is like witnessing a controlled storm. The chemistry between the band members is palpable, each one feeding off the other's energy and building a performance that
sweeps the crowd into a frenzy. The lead vocalist's commanding presence and raw power elevate each performance to
near-mythic proportions, while the rhythm section holds down a foundation so solid it feels like the earth is shaking beneath your feet.
But what sets War Machine apart isn't just their technical prowess or their high-energy performances; it's their ability to blend emotion with raw power. Their lyrics tap into universal themes of
struggle, rebellion, and survival, but they do it with a poetic edge that makes each song feel deeply personal. It’s not just the music you feel—it’s the message behind it.
In a world where many bands stick to formulaic sounds, War Machine is a breath of fresh air. They’re fearless, loud, and unapologetically themselves,
creating music that speaks to the heart while punching you in the gut with a wall of sound.
If you haven’t experienced them yet, now’s the time to plug in and prepare for a wild ride. War Machine isn’t just a band—they’re a force to be reckoned with.

War Machine is a band that should come with a warning label: Proceed with caution.
Their latest album is an overblown, chaotic mess that offers little more than noise
masquerading as music. It's as if they took
every rock cliché, turned the volume to 11, and hoped no one would notice the utter lack of originality or coherence.

The guitar riffs, if you can call them that, sound like they were recycled from a dozen better bands, thrown into a blender, and spat out into an uninspired mush. The lead vocalist has one
setting—yelling—and lacks any nuance or emotion, making every song feel like an endless barrage of strained, indistinguishable shouting. After a while, you start wondering if they even
know what melody is, because it’s nowhere to be found here.









The lyrics are equally painful. They range from embarrassingly vague to downright nonsensical, like a middle school
poetry experiment gone horribly wrong. If there’s supposed to be any deeper meaning behind these songs, it’s buried beneath layers of empty phrases and cringe-worthy attempts at
sounding profound. Each track drags on far longer than it should, making the entire album feel like a test of endurance rather than a musical experience.
As for their live performances? Watching War Machine on stage is like being stuck in a noisy garage where everyone’s fighting to be louder than the other, with no clear direction. The band members seem to be in their own worlds,
with little chemistry or stage presence to speak of. The drummer bangs away like they’re trying to break the kit, the guitarist appears to be more focused on looking "cool" than playing in tune, and the
vocalist is left pacing around the stage like a lost soul with nothing compelling to offer.
To call War Machine a disappointment would be generous. There’s nothing fresh or exciting here—just a lot of loud, empty noise.
Save your ears and your time. This is one band that’s better left unheard.

U feel like the real world to me
I wish I could have you for free
And your day is done
Waste the time on me

Verse
Let me know your name
I’ll see it fade
And the cross on the wall
It fell down dead

Prechorus
Every day, there’s the sun,
You won’t see it change
Every day, there’s the sun,
You won’t see it shine

When the silence hits
I’ll know you’ve changed
And when the silence hits
Maybe you’ll stay
I’ll get high one more time
You can’t tell me to stop or (You stop)
Take your time, I don’t mind
The sun likes to wait

Sam :
Send me sprites
But is this the vibe u want basically

Lex War:
Yes exactly
I’ll send them tonight / tmr night
Have editing to do but I will do after editing

Sam :
Fuck ya
I need character, spikes, and platform

Lex War:
Yes will do

Sam :
Do u want enemies too?

Lex War:
No no it’s ok
Only endless platform

Sam :
Also can u send me the web too

Lex War:
Web will take me longer to make but yeah

Sam :
sounds good
Excited

When you are less of one they don’t think of you nearly the same.
The love becomes familial. which is nice and Love burns there too. But How stupid is it that to possess Such Godly autonomy and mind that
for someone to know such a small amount of that renders you Ugly? uninteresting. boring. natural. Wouldn’t it make more sense that a man would want to love someone he knows? No. The woman becomes a man,
the mirror. And he doesn’t want to fuck a man or a mirror. women would fuck mirrors and women. they would do it over men too. there is a pull of believing
that the man in conversation is special in that he has retained his lust for his woman. this is not true, and it’s wrong to live through it. accepting
truth that you become his deformed mirror Or not

Fearing when you touch my eyes
Won’t you like to be paralyzed
You’re my favorite screen
You don’t always have to be so mean
Fearing when you leave my side
You’re on some ride that I can’t describe
Your words like to cut on to my skin
All your words cut into my skin

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be, so embarrassing, to you.

Yeahhhhhhh
I want it
I’m bad
So what
I want It
I want it I’m bad
So what
I want it
I’m bad
So what
I want it
I’m bad
I don’t
I want jt
I don’t
I want it
I dont
I love it
I love it
I would
I would
I would
I would

Fear when you’d like to leave
Curled up and numb leave me alone to seethe
Wonder if you can breathe
Crashed out again dripping down my sleeve

Wonder if you can breathe
Crashed out again dripping down my sleeve

I hope we like each other
I hope u meet my mother so dood doe.
Kno.
Or or r. R Dre. R r or r. I or k k r k do r. I kkdk it.
I K idk r.
Or. I. I ok r r r k. Ok r. R k. Or. Or k. R. Let k. Or r or k k. K k k.
Ppopo reI hope we do everything even with another

Let me tell you a secret under the sheets
I miss being 13
And I wish I knew you
Before I’d seen
Maybe I did
Maybe I did
Maybe I did

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Lex War:
Oh no I work during the day
Can only do nights

Sam :
Ok no worries
We can do one at night closer to it
This Tuesday can we just go over the songs 1 on 1

Lex War:
I’m free tomorrow after 7

Sam :
Ok
Can u come to my place

Lex War:
Yeah

Sam :
Ok cool
R u ok if u end up accidentally being in a music video

Lex War:
Yes

Sam :
Ok perf
I think show up at like 8

Lex War:
Chill if I sho w at like 740
Got out of work early

Sam :
Of course

Lex War:
Ok will be there at 8 actually
I am here

Sam :
Come to backyard

Lex War:
Yes admission is free they don't check student IDs
Just come at 630 though

Sam :
Lol

Lex War:
But we're gonna be the silliest which is Ok. It's a rite of passage I'm still dying about it though

Sam :
just play the hits
and u got it

Emma :
War machine greatest hits set

Lex War:
Yea we got 20 minutes playing 4 Song

Sam :
If u play the secret island set u would be just as good if not better

Emma :
Gonna go Hard
Emphasized “If u play the secret island set u would be just as good if not better”

Lex War:
We r in fact playing those songs thank u for The Words

Sam :
Log
lfg

Lex War:
We're also playingX's new song I really like that one

We are not an emo band in the fashion I think you want us to be. I don’t mean to put us
into labels here but I don’t want to make music adjacent to stuff you may really enjoy.
I really enjoy that music too, but I don’t want to make it, personally. And while I want to keep this band
fully respectful I also want to be honest in that if that’s a point of contention, or some
expectation that u have of us being in that area of music, I’m saying now I have no intention of doing so.

More spaced out drums. BIG. Big hits
Me louder on the Calm
Snare sounds too on high end. Sounds like a ‘clap’ / entertaining tagabow style drums
Bridge sounds good
Entertaining a 3rd guitar

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